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He barely gave her the chance to exhale a potent, “Yes,” before he swooped to capture her mouth again. At the same time, he broke the band on the miniscule triangle of silk and claimed what he found behind it.
She jolted and moaned into his mouth, whimpering as he pressed his palm over her mound, waiting for her to press back before he began to explore. The abundant moisture he discovered nearly blinded him with excitement. The way she trembled and moaned nearly undid him.
He was so aroused, he could have taken her to the floor and lost himself in her right here, but he was determined to keep hold of some trace of control. If she wanted all the lust in him, she could have it. She would not steal his power over himself, though. No, he would have the upper hand here, not her.
To that end, he deepened his caress, sliding his fingertip around and across the swollen knot that made delicious sounds pang in her throat. Around and around and around until she was arched and bunching his shirt in her fists and moaning with abandon into his mouth.
Oh, that was lovely. He pressed his wide palm over the soaked heat of her again, holding it steady for the rock of her hips as she rode out a shuddering climax. Her pulses and throbs were so intense, he felt them like a hammer strike in the tip of his erection, but he didn’t allow himself to fall over the edge. Not yet.
“You’re using me,” this stranger had accused her and, yes, Alexandra had been using him to scandalize her mother.
But once he had kissed her? Now?
She was using him all right, but it was purely for a type of pleasure she hadn’t known was possible for her. She had gone into that ballroom feeling so trapped, she might as well have been a genie compressed into a bottle. She’d barely been able to breathe, but now she was panting and flying. Soaring.
She was free in a way she hadn’t expected to ever feel. Not with all the hang-ups she had around sex. Her beauty and sexuality were weapons she had learned to use to disconcert and humiliate, so they couldn’t be turned on her. They had never been sources of pleasure.
Until now.
Until this stranger showed her what her body was capable of.
With charged kisses and languid caresses, he was teaching her to not only embrace her sensuality, but express it with abandon. She stroked her hands over his bared chest and delicately sucked his tongue.
In some ways, it was terrifying to let him take these liberties and pull forth such a wild response, but it was a step forward that she grasped with both hands. This was only for the one night anyway. It’s not like he would toy with her this way forever.
He took her at her word about not talking. As her body wilted in the aftermath of a life-altering orgasm, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He stood her beside the bed, then stepped into the bathroom to retrieve a box of condoms that he threw onto the mattress.
In a kind of haze, she turned to offer her zip, lifting her hair out of the way.
He obliged by lowering it, slowly, setting kisses along her spine and leaving a hot pool of breath against her skin, all the way to her lower back.
Shivering, she dropped the gown and stepped out of her shoes. Her thong was already gone. She slipped onto the bed and turned to face him.
He was stripping without taking his eyes off her, skimming away trousers and boxers in one move, revealing he was very aroused. His erection was steely and dark, his expression barely civilized.
As he set a hand and a knee on the mattress, starting to loom over her, she retreated slightly, daunted. Her hand instinctually pressed at his chest.
He froze. “Changing your mind?”
“I’m not sure.” She wanted this. She did. But she had forgotten how physical sex was. How overwhelming. How vulnerable it made her feel.
“That’s fine.” His expression grew shuttered. “I’m disappointed, but not angry.” He shifted to the side so she could rise off the bed if she wanted to.
Ironically, the fact that he was so willing to stop this late in the game made her trust him more than she had a split second ago.
What was she supposed to do? Go the rest of her life without ever having sex again? It had already been eight years. Here was a man who was not only respectful enough to stop but who turned her on like no one else ever had.
“Will you—” she cleared her throat “—let me be on top?”
He dropped onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. “Help yourself.”
“I might stop again if I get nervous,” she warned, eyeing the banquet of tanned skin stretched firmly across the sort of muscles that belonged on an athlete. A swimmer, maybe. He had wide shoulders and well-defined abs. A light pattern of hair lay flat against his skin, thicker against his breastbone and thinning as it extended to his navel.
His thighs were equally tanned and well-built, but she only noticed that in the periphery. She was studying his erection, hesitantly reaching out to draw a shy line down the length with her fingertip, both amused and intimidated by the way the thick muscle twitched under her touch.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked with puzzlement.
“No.” She choked on a harsh laugh. If he only knew her history, he’d swallow his tongue before suggesting that. “No, it’s just been a long time for me.”
